A Splitting Of The Mind นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Look again, see what you've done." "Am I really beating that child? Is that really me?" I hear his screams, his pain. Something inside me breaks. I fall to the ground breathless, starting to scream. "Enough! Stop it." I wake up crying in my bed. I feel that my mind has split. There's someone else with me in my head.

Just focus. But the images on the screen now felt unreal, blurred around the edges, because all I could think about was him. The warmth of his arm, the steady rhythm of his hand on mine, it was intoxicating. My mind betrayed me, drifting to things I knew I shouldn’t be imagining. I closed my eyes for a second, pretending I was just tired.

“That isn’t possible… Imaginary friends are… imaginary…” “Quite so, but you have to remember how cotalin works. It creates partitions in the mind. Discrete processes can take place behind individual partitions without affecting one another. It splits one mind into two, or many minds. And what is a human being but the collective name for a group of mental processes? The truth is, Ivor is no more real than Sam, just as I am no more real than Anna, or the president of Russia. We are all just the firings of tiny brain cells, and the pattern of their interconnection. Nobody is more than that, or less than that. But in your case, the miracle of human identity has been set in motion twice within th

I’m trapped within myself, a spectacle of destruction that I can’t stop. My mind shatters, fragments scatter like shards of glass, everything distorts. The colors around me vibrate in unreal tones, sounds become too loud, deafening, and I no longer know what’s real. My spine seems to snap in two, a brutal crack echoing down my back, and then I feel something tear through the skin on my back. It’s as if something is being born, something strange and monstrous.

Adrian lowered his head, ashamed. Prototype Two spread his arms. "The split." The words echoed. "They divided a single consciousness into two separate minds." Ava staggered. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Yet somehow, she knew it was true because she had lived it. She and Eve. The same thing happened to them—just on a smaller scale, just years later, just differently. Her mother copied the process. She didn't invent it; she repeated it. The realization hit like a truck. Selene didn't create something new. She recreated something old, something terrible, something that already existed.

“How many days have I been in the tank?” The doctor was thinking, counting in his mind. “Three.” Praxis was caught up in deep thought. He felt lightheaded again because of the new medicine. His world started to spin like he was in a carousel at all speed. He thought of Tony, his father. Tony’s face entered his mind, his mother, his sister. All of them, together. And there was a white light flashed before his eyes and everything turned into black.

Before he could answer— The ground beneath them cracked. A deep, splitting sound tore through the space as the smooth surface fractured, breaking apart into sections that began to shift and move. Eliana stumbled slightly, catching her balance as the piece she stood on separated from the rest, drifting away into the vast emptiness. Around her, other sections did the same. Souls were pulled apart, scattered across different platforms, each one isolated from the others. Her breath quickened. “What is this?” she asked, her voice tight with rising panic.

“Because she left bodies behind her. Because she made a choice, Zara. Just like you did when you walked into my territory with a blade.” I shook my head. “No—no, that’s not the same—” “It is.” “It’s not!” “It is.” “IT’S NOT!” my voice broke completely this time. And that was the moment. The exact moment something inside me cracked. Not shattered. Not destroyed. But Split. Clean down the center. Two truths. Two realities. Neither fitting. Neither aligning. My breathing turned uneven. My vision blurred again. This time I couldn’t stop it. Memories pushed in.

His expression is extremely serious. Yan turned to face him. “The longer the time that his consciousness is separated from himself, the more that his mind would become confused.” He answered as he looked at them all. “Either his memories will be affected, like losing them. Or that his mind would regress.” He said.

everything exists. “No,” I whispered. the word came out strained. because this wasn’t existence. this was noise. Zayden’s voice cut through. multiple. layered. different. “Aria focus!” “Aria don’t let it” “Aria stay with me” the voices overlapped. blended. fighting for space. because now. even he was being split. broken into outcomes. My breath hitched. because if I couldn’t tell which one was him. then I couldn’t hold onto him. the space pulsed. expanding again. more outcomes. more versions. more everything. because now it was pushing further. testing limits. seeing how much it could sustain.